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Grapevine
A haiku
grapevine —
film of dust on
the wine glass
—
The vine stretches outward, quietly gathering the season into itself. Nearby, the glass sits untouched, a thin layer settling where something once might have been poured. Between growth and stillness, the moment holds a faint trace of what lingers and what has been left behind.
First published on NaHaiWriMo.
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